I ran into a guy I am quasi-friends with the other night. Now this dude is a nice guy, generally. He can be a bit of jackass too. I have written him off several times and like last night, I wanted to the same simply because he's a dick. But, as our encounter passed, I got the feeling that I should let go of whatever was bothering me. Instead of holding on to bitterness and past bickering I have with the fellow, just give him a break. This is a revelation for me, of sorts, considering I can be a prick that holds a grudge. After I experienced this sense of forgiveness, the conclusion why I should follow through with this newfound act of dismissal wasn't what you might expect. It didn't feel as if God was telling me to do it, although it very well might have been Him. I simply deducted that I, as a human, am so fallible, that I can be a complete douche-bag sometimes. And my friends forgive me, most of them anyway. I need to remember that I have hurt a lot of people, and they have forgiven me. Surely I can learn from these people whom I love and admire and simply not sweat the small stuff. I think most people view me as an easy going guy. Let me tell you something: I can become a lot more easy going. Trust me.
It seems as if all the writing I can muster up for this site are for posts on Mondays. I don't know why this keeps occurring, but I'd like to get to the bottom of it. At this moment, I'm avoiding Greek homework. It's not that I hate it or anything; on the contrary, I do enjoy it. But there are those moments where I wish I would have never signed up for the class, especially since it's an elective. That should actually give me a little more freedom to fail the class with grace, or to pass with a very low D. Oh well.
Something that stuck out to me was this: Alister McGrath made a good point when he said that, "Atheism and Theism are both faiths; neither can prove their case with total certainty." I do enjoy talking about faith and disbelief. I myself was unbeliever at one point. Although my story isnt' as compelling as McGrath or C.S. Lewis, it's my story none the less.
Okay, that's enough. I need to do my homework now.
For us here in New Orleans, and other places in these United States of America, tomorrow is Mardi Gras, which means "fat Tuesday" in French. It is the day before Ash Wednesday and the start of the Lent. I have been to parades every night since Friday and I am beat. Spending six hours out on St. Charles Avenue and Canal Street is tiresome, but very fun. I have lots of beads. If you would like some, let me know. I plan on sleeping in tomorrow and studying, considering the city is literally shut down. If you celebrate, be safe.
Before one applies for a loan. Even before they sign the contract. Whether a parent gives a child a used one or not. Before somebody gets to take possession of a truck, he or she should be required to pass a test. Not a driving test. No no no, nothing like that. This test will only consist of one requirement: parking. If that person can park the vehicle, they are gold. This inability to park is a problem. People who drive these insanely large automobiles and don't know how to park are ridiculous. I'm tired of trying to bend over backwards and dance thinly out of my car because of how inconsiderate they are. If you know you're not in the space good, do it again. For the love of everything sacred! Just learn how to park your freaking vehicles.
Right now is the first time I've used the internet since Tuesday. Actually, right now is the first time I've been out of my room since then. Around 1 PM on Tuesday I started feeling sick to my stomach. Some would argue that it wasn't as bad as I made it out to be. But you try throwing up and having the runs for twelve solid hours, then we'll see how quickly you turn into a drama queen. Anyway, A big thanks to Sarah for taking care of me during my near-fatal time (as I like refer to it). I'll get back to my fluids and soft foods now.